Why did I just think this would look good in the Litchenstein style?
My dreams are never that symbolic... Like last night! I had to go back to high school (which is odd because I'm in law school now). This girl I went through elementary school with was playing this really cool song on guitar (probably from a Zelda game) and I got really antsy because I wanted to hurry up and get to class. I left the break room (or whatever it was), found the principal and asked him. All the high schoolers mocked me because I wanted to go to class, but then there was this old lady crawling toward the exit with a walker that had flattened her arm. Not in a gory way, but in a Who Framed Roger Rabbit steamroller kind of way. I helped her to her car and drove her back, and then she said she needed to pick up a lot of fruit to take to the school... and then my alarm went off.